A journal for the internet so that I have more than just this couch to share my stories with.

Like any normal human being, I have a few pre lights out habits that make my final hour or so per day pretty predictable. If I’m not hogging the couch catching up on the contents of the DVR, you will find me in the dark, snuggled in with a good book. More often than not lately I find myself being entertained by the likes of Stephen King or other writers contributing to the horror genre, so it is necessary to prime myself to the possibility of being attacked by the monster that is so well studied in my nightly habits that it is undoubtedly hiding in my closet, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

With that said, as I curled around my kindle trudging deep through Westeros with book four in the A Song of Ice and Fire series, I had no reason to be afraid of my surroundings. Sure, George R. R. Martin is a great writer, but he’s never given me reason to suddenly feel a poltergeist over my shoulder. I had no reason to fear.